August shattered like sugar glass
in thrall to the mean dumb summer—
.....Boot heels fixed their rhythm
.....while the furious found their rhyme
.....and the ruling class served platitudes
.....in metronomic time.
God damn this wicked electric air
that hangs like poison between us.
in thrall to the mean dumb summer—
.....Boot heels fixed their rhythm
.....while the furious found their rhyme
.....and the ruling class served platitudes
.....in metronomic time.
God damn this wicked electric air
that hangs like poison between us.